I can't help falling in Love with you

Dumplings

Marinette's pov:

What follow where the most boring days of I could imagine. I was not allowed to move and they would fuss over me as soon as I just coughed.
On day 3 I was done. Flipping over the covers I was about to get up.
"Don't you even thinking about it."
Tim said stepping into the room with two steaming mugs.
"I'm getting up. You either let me or help me." I said slowly pushing myself towards the edge of the bed.
" Marinette it's only been 3 days.", he said putting down the mugs.
"Technically it's been 6." I argued and pulled myself up by the night table
"But you've only been awake for 3." He said quick moving to my side.
I let myself lean against him taking a deep breath.
"Come on." He said trying to put me on the bed again.
"Tim if you don't get me out of this room I'm going to loose my mind. You owe me.".
"How do I owe you?".
"Tim, sweetheart I love you and would never do this if I wasn't desperate okay?"
He looked at me with confusion and anticipation.
"The reason I'm bed bout....",
"Are you planing on guilt tripping me?". He asked a bit fascinated.
"A little bit. Yes. Getting stabbed is pretty good leveraged."
He didn't move for a bit contemplating his next move. Then he sighed.
"Fine.", "Yes! Oww I love you." I said and kissed him.
I nodded with annoyance and walked behind me supporting me.
"You only get to use that excuse for like 3 more times." He mumbled as we walk down the hall. I smiled.
We made our way downstairs in turtle speed.
"Tim.","Yeah?",
"Thanks for taking time off work.".
"Ofcourse." He said and kissed my head.
Over the course of the next few days I was allowed to walk around with supervison and start standing for longer periods of time.

Dick's pov:

Only Damian, Marinette,Alfred and I were left in the manor. I wanted to be with Kor'i and Mar'i but the two went on a momy daughter date one last time before Jack is born. So I promised Tim  I'd keep an eye on Marinette.
When she decided that she wanted to cook something. After uselessly arguing I helped her down into the kitchen.
I took my laptop there too and sat down continuing my work. Weirdly enough Damian also moved his home work into the kitchen.
When asking him he played dumb but it's clear that he wants to stay close to Marinette. She refused any help with the food. So I continued to work.
Then I heard a sob.
Damian was at her side before I even moved. Pulling her hands  away from the boiling pot of water.
"What happened!?Did you burn yourself?" He asked looking at her hands as I walked up next to them. She shook her head and kept crying pointing at the pot and talking incoherent words in a high voice.
I did the only thing that was logical and simply hugged her while she cried into my chest as Damian looked into the pot.
"Marinette I do not understand the problem. It's normal mashed potatoes." .
This statement seemed to make her more upset.
We looked at each other concerned as I stroked the back of her head.
Finally I couldn't make out her high-pitched gibberish.
"I wanted to make p-potato dumplings...n-not mashed potatoes. But they won't h-old together. What kind of m-mom am I gonna be if I can't even make potato dumplings?... I'm going to starve my baby. " she cried.
I had to hold back my smile understanding that it's just hormones.
Damian padded her shoulder mumbling " There.There ".
"Marinette you're going to be a great mom. You not going to starve you baby. First of it will take a while for them to start with solid food and second there are a million other dishes you can cook okay?".
She nodded against my chest still sniffling "But I want dumplings not mashed potatoes.".
Then she took a deep breath and backed up and wiped her tears.
"We'll help you with the dumplings." Damian said rolling up his sleeves. Marinette nodded still taking shaking breaths.
"Yeah we got this. But now we know who to ask for mashed potatoes." I joked.
Next to me Marinette teared up again and a pitched whimper came from her. Damian sent me a murderous glair.

Tim's pov:

When I arrived home I head it straight for the kitchen remembering that Marinette wanted to cook today.
When I heard a sob I ran as fast as I could. "What's going on?" I asked running into the kitchen.
"Every thing is alright Drake. Grayson just deliberately decided not to us his brain. " Damian answered as I took Marinette into my arms.
"What's wrong bean?" I asked her wiping her tears away.
"I messed up the food. But it not a big deal and now I feel stupid for crying. " She cried.
I frowned and looked into the pot.
"What are you talking about? The mashed potatoes look great." I reassured her. Damian hit his hand against his forehead and Dick covered his mouth with his hand as Marinette just look at me pissed with tears in her eyes.
"Get out.".
Dang it!
"It's not sapossed to be mashed potato is it?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Dumplings?" I asked. All of them nodded.
"I'll help." I said kissing her on the forehead.